Morning Garden had a baby room that Adrian Walyon had prepared for their child not long ago, every item in the room had been arranged by him just a few days earlier.
It was all so vividly placed, as if the act of arranging everything had happened just yesterday.
Summer Sutton entered the baby room, picked up a handmade plushie that they had crafted together, and stared at it absent-mindedly. Her fingertips caressed every part of the plushie over and over, while her heart felt like it was being torn apart inch by inch.
Adrian had been gone for several days, and during these days, she hadn't shed a single tear, not even when she bid him farewell yesterday.
However, now, back in the home that belonged to both of them, looking at everything they had clearly set up together, yet now she was the only one left to reminisce, all the emotions she'd been holding back erupted in an instant.
Face buried in the plushie's body, Summer Sutton's tears fell uncontrollably, unable to be stopped.
